Golden Trunks

Last night when my psyche's

Subcommittee sang to me in its scary voice

You slowly dropped your eyelids

When true love takes a grip, it leaves you without a choice

And in response to what you whispered in my ear

I must admit, sometimes

I fantasize about you too

The leader of the free world

Reminds you of a wrestler wearing tight golden trunks

He's got him send a theme tune

They play it for him as he makes his way to the ring

And in response to what you whispered in my ear

I must admit, sometimes

I fantasize about you too

In the daytime

Bendable figures with a fresh new pack of lies

Summat else to publicize

I'm sure you've heard about enough

So in response to what you whispered in my ear

I'll be upfront, sometimes, sometimes

I fantasize about you too